"To be honest, I don't know how to ask you to help me either, Fellow Daoist Tyrant Song." Melon-Eating Sage gazed up at the sky and sighed.
Melon-Eating Sage had no idea what that divination result—[Now is the time!]—actually meant. All he knew was that it definitely had something to do with Song Shuhang or his merit light. It might even help him find the opportunity he needed to break through to the ninth-grade Tribulation Immortal realm. But he had absolutely no idea what to do.
Song Shuhang rubbed his temples. "Fellow Daoist Melon-Eating, since you came to me, you must have some idea, right?"
Don't tell me you just came knocking on a whim?
"Actually, I don't have any ideas either. I just came straight to you on a whim," Melon-Eating Sage said earnestly.
Song Shuhang: "..."
What else can I even say? I'm despairing here too.
"So, I have a proposal," Melon-Eating Sage said. "If you don't mind, Fellow Daoist Tyrant Song, I'd like to stay with you for a while. I promise I won't disrupt your life. I'll just quietly stay by your side and make myself invisible. If nothing else, you can pretend you caught a big fish?"
Song Shuhang: "..."
You're the size of a small island! How are you supposed to make yourself invisible?
Besides, with a powerful Profound Sage sticking around, just how much of a third wheel would you be?
On top of that, Song Shuhang had plenty of things he didn't want outsiders knowing about. Having a Profound Sage follow him everywhere would make privacy a real problem.
"Is that a no?" Melon-Eating Sage asked pitifully.
Song Shuhang said, "Let me put it this way... Fellow Daoist Melon-Eating, this is only our second meeting. We're nowhere near close enough to live